“Yeah, you’re right. You’re not my type. I don’t really go for the gorgeous types, too much high maintenance and shit. Plus, I’m not that great in bed.”
I laughed so hard. “Yeah right…I’ve heard the noises, and oh my God Devon’s that came out of your room. Remember, we used to live together, I think you did just fine.”
“Well, I never heard any noises coming out of your room, Kid? What’s up with that?” I bit my lip, and glared at him.
“Hmmm…” I replied.
“Are you a virgin, Ysabelle?”
“No…let’s talk about something else.” I said with a smile.
“I don’t want to talk about something else. I don’t get it. You’re gorgeous, probably one of the prettiest girls I have ever seen. You have these mesmerizing eyes that are almost entrancing, a killer figure, and Rapunzel like hair that smells like candy. Then you never have a guy around, and I see how many offers have been on the table, Kid, so I know it’s out there. Don’t you want to come home to someone?” I could see in his eyes that he was fishing for some information.
“I could say the same to you, Devon.” I smiled, and so did he. “Listen…I’m not trying to sound like a bitch, but it’s none of your business. Let’s keep our friendship the way it is, okay? Nice and simple, I like it like that.” I chugged my drink, and started to clean out my glass. He came up behind me. I could feel his body heat on my back as he played with my hair.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. You’re right it’s none of my business, I care about you, and I can’t help worrying. You always seem to have it so put together, and I can’t help it and wonder if you’re even happy, because you deserve to be, Kid. You know that right? You deserve to do whatever will make you happy.”
Thanks, thanks a lot Devon. That was just what I needed. He, too, sensed that there was something missing. It didn’t make sense. What the hell was it? Why did I feel like I needed more?
He put his hands on my shoulders, and turned me around. I looked up at him thinking that I would see lust and desire, I didn’t. I saw sympathy. He leaned over. I thought for sure he was going to kiss me. I closed my eyes wanting to see if I would feel anything and the second I felt his lips on my forehead, I knew he would always be there for me. He kissed my forehead, and walked away. I was glad that Devon didn’t want me like that. I needed one person in my life that wanted me, for me.
We went back to our normal routine, and nothing ever even remotely close to that happened again. Life resumed to normal, I worked, I partied, and I lived life, day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute. Was I happy? I don’t know…I think the best word for it was that I was comfortable. In the back of my mind, I felt like I needed something more, I just didn’t know what that was yet. Little did I know, that I would find out soon enough.
Chapter 4
The girls were my life, and I was theirs. Summer was about over and I was fifteen about to enter my first year of high school. The girls were thirteen, and were going into the seventh grade. We were all disappointed by the fact, that we would no longer be going to the same school. We sat in the grass at the waterhole, knowing that this would be one of the last few times we would hang out there. We were getting older and this place would always hold our childhood memories.
“Come on girls, you know nothing’s going to change.” I didn’t know if I was trying to convince them, or myself. They both looked so sad.
“You say that now, Sebby. You’re going to be hanging out with those older kids, and you’re going to forget all about us.” Julia pouted. Olivia didn’t look up. She barely looked at me the past few days.
“Now, you know that’s not true. How can I forget about you guys? I love you too much! Nothing is going to change that.”
As a daily ritual I practiced pitching, I had become quite the athlete. My dad’s friend was the baseball coach of the high school that I would be attending. He had been scouting me since the day my doctor said I’d grow to be 6’4” I was already 5’10” and I’d been conditioning myself to be the starting pitcher. It was hard, a lot of devotion to the sport, and sometimes repetitive. Thank God, I had my girls. They came to each and every one of my games. They even made shirts with my name on the front, and my jersey number on the back. I laughed, when they turned around, showing me the glittering number 8.
“Look, you guys will still come to all my games, and maybe some practices. I’ll come over everyday after practice, and tell you all about my day. I’ll even help you with your homework.” I said, trying to sound optimistic.
“Okay…” Olivia sadly spoke, with her eyes towards the ground.
“Don’t sound like that Oli, I promise.” They still didn’t seem convinced.
“Okay, enough of this moping around. We only have a few more days until school starts, and we are going to make the best of it.” I stood up. “I don’t care…what’s it going to take to hear you guys laugh, and to see you both smile, huh?” I still got no reaction. They were going to be happy, if it killed me. I grabbed them both by their hands, pulled them up, and threw both of them on my shoulders.
“What are you doing?” They screamed, simultaneously. I started running towards the water. Once they figured it out, they started squirming, trying to escape my hold on them.
“NO!” They screamed. “We don’t have any clothes to change into, and my cellphone is in my pocket.” Julia yelled.
“Liar, your cell phone is on the ground! We are going in.” I threw them both in before I dove in myself. We all came up laughing.
“Jerk face! Now we’re all wet!” Olivia said, splashing water in my face.
“Yeah, Sebby!” Julia said, splashing more water in my face.
“Alright…you guys asked for it!” I grabbed both of them by their heads, and dunked them under water.
“You guys ready to play nice, now?”
Oli was the first one to beg for mercy and surrender. Julia quickly followed. We splashed around in the water some more and then laid out on the grass, letting the sun dry us off. We stayed there and watched the sun start to set. We had done this a lot throughout the years. Just laying around in comfortable silence, we didn’t have to talk to enjoy each other’s company. I looked over at Julia who was lying down with Olivia’s head on her stomach. Julia was curling her finger around Olivia’s hair.
I couldn’t help to notice how different they looked; Julia with her light skin, Olivia with dark, Julia with blonde hair, and Olivia with brown. Julia’s face features were small and delicate, and Olivia’s were prominent and noticeable. They were both tiny and I knew that they would start growing into their own soon.
My mind raced to the thought of them having boyfriends. I hated it. I didn’t want to share them, they were mine. My eyes stayed on Olivia. I thought back to the kisses and the affection we had been sharing these last few months. I didn’t know what the future would hold, and that scared me. I didn’t want things to change, and I knew that they would.
I saw Julia looking at me from the corner of my eye, I looked at her and she gave me a detached smile. I was worried for a second that the smile had been about me gazing at Olivia. Phew…It wasn’t. I couldn’t explain that one to myself, let alone her.
“You promise things won’t change?” She asked.
“Of course.” I responded, a part of me sensed that she wasn’t just talking about going to different schools.
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A few months went by and it was finally Olivia’s birthday.
“You’re a teenager, Oli! You’re no longer considered a kid anymore,” I teased, bumping her arm with mine, as we sat on the side of the pool at her thirteenth birthday party. My eyes dropped to her forming breasts in her new hot pink bikini.
I caught Olivia smiling at me and she leaned back, resting her body on her elbows. She saw where my eyes went. She was taunting me. Even at my age, I knew that. She was flaunting her body for me, waiting for me to react to her. I had to jump in the pool. My dick was becomin
g extremely sensitive, and there were times that I had no control over it, like this.
My dad was right on the money when he said things were going to change; and not just physically, emotionally and mentally.
One afternoon sticks in my mind the most, I opened the front door to Julia curled into a ball on her sofa, watching old re-runs of 90210.
“Hey, what are you doing laying around here watching TV, on a Saturday? Where’s Oli?”
Julia sat up, and looked me over like she was pissed at me. What was her problem? I could tell by the sour look that she wasn’t in the best mood.
“What?” I finally asked.
“Where’s Olivia, Sebastian?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“You knew she had a doctor’s appointment today. Why do you care where she is anyway?”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot. I was just asking. What’s your problem?”
“Nothing,” she assured me, turning back to her show. Great, here we go again, nothing…always meant something. Why did she do that? I had known Julia all of her life, she knows I could read her like a book.
“What’s wrong, Babygirl?” I asked, running my finger up her bare foot, causing her to jump and laugh at the same time.
“Do you like her?” She muttered.
“Who?”
“Stop being so oblivious. You know what I’m talking about.”
“I do?”
“Oli, Sebastian. Do you like her? GOD.”
“I love Oli. You know that.”
“That’s not what I mean, and you know it. I see you look at her sometimes, and I see the way she looks at you. I asked her about it last night, and she blew me off.”
“What did she say?”
“I just told you! She blew me off. She wouldn’t answer, and kept changing the subject. I’m not really talking to her right now. Since she won’t give me a straight answer, I’m asking you. You wouldn’t lie to me, would you Sebby?” She inquired.
“It’s not like that, Babygirl. I don’t know what’s going on. That’s the truth.”
“You didn’t answer my question. Do you like her?” I shrugged my shoulders in response, while looking at my feet.
“Do you like her more than me? Do you, Sebby? Please, tell me the truth.”
I could hear her voice starting to break, like she was about to start crying. I knew if I looked at her eyes I would see that they were watery, in that moment I felt as though I couldn’t do that to her. I couldn’t hurt my Babygirl like that, she was too important to me. I needed to put my feelings aside for Olivia, because in my heart I subconsciously knew that if I didn’t, I would lose Julia and I couldn’t bear the thought of that.
So I lied.
“No Babygirl, I don’t like her. I love her, just not in that way.” I choked out. I heard her sigh in relief, and felt her jump on me with her arms and legs wrapped around me. She held onto to me so tight, and I embraced her just the same way.
“I love you, Sebby.” She whispered in my ear.
“I love you, too.” I repeated. More than she would ever realize.
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This is where the story gets interesting. This is the day, that changed my life, the day I met Madam. She came into the bar, and reserved a VIP room in the back of the bar. She was absolutely, stunningly beautiful, she was an older woman, late forties with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She had a pixie haircut that made her look more polished and refined, her high cheekbones and narrow jaw added her to intimating allure.
She came in with an entourage of women who were just as, if not, more beautiful than she was. What surprised me the most about this party was that there weren’t any men, just women. Living in Miami, you come across your fair share of beautiful people, it isn’t voted number one for the most beautiful people of the world, for nothing. This crowd was different. I could just feel it in my bones. As the night progressed with it’s usually entities, I took my break and went to the restroom. Upon entering the restroom I noticed the beautiful older woman doing a line of cocaine on the restroom sink.
“Shit, I’m sorry- the door wasn’t locked.”
I turned to leave, she grabbed me by the arm and turned me around, wanting the door to shut behind me. She stared intently in my eyes and placed her left arm up beside my head, and then proceeded to do the same with her other arm after locking the door. She had me caged in, she turned her face to the nook of my neck and inhaled. In all the time working here this had never happened to me, another one of my fucked up firsts, I didn’t know what to feel or what to think. This beautiful woman had corned me in the restroom of my place of employment, I tried to remain calm.
“You smell almost edible. If I lick you, will you melt in my mouth?” She asked, with a sultry tone.
I didn’t say one word. I didn’t know what the fuck to say. Was this really happening? I stood deathly still while she smelled the side of my neck. I think I may have halted my breathing, when she started to lay light soft kisses from my neck to my collarbone. Very subtly and slowly, she took out her tongue and glided it down to the cleavage of my breasts. At this point, I was slightly hyperventilating. I was sure that it caused my chest to noticeably weave up and down. While still lightly kissing and licking my cleavage, she took her left hand and started to twirl my hair that hung on the side of my face. She twirled it around and around in her finger several times, until she finally placed it behind my ear.
Using her first two fingers on that same hand, she glided them down from the side of my face to my collarbone. With those fingers, she proceeded to lightly start tracing the cleavage at the top of my shirt; with both hands she felt the sides of both my breasts, pushing them up as she began to kiss them firmer. I almost felt like she was motor boating me. I had to stifle a laugh. I didn’t know if it was from nerves or maybe even arousal. This was new and foreign to me. I think she noticed the change in my demeanor too. She stopped, and looked straight into my eyes.
“Are you nervous, Beautiful Girl? Hmmm…? I think maybe you are also slightly aroused.” It was almost like she was reading my mind.
“Do you want to tell me your name?”
I tried to catch my breathing, “Ysabelle,” I managed to say, in some other voice.
She took her face out of my cleavage, and looked me right in the eyes, “Beautiful name for a very beautiful girl. Ysabelle, how old are you?”
“Twenty-three.” I replied.
The woman smirked and looked me up and down from head to toe.
“Ysabelle, do I look like a stupid woman to you? Now, I don’t want to start this relationship based on lies. So, let’s try this again, how old are you?”
I was caught off guard. Nobody had ever doubted how old I said I was. At least, they never acknowledged it anyways.
“Eighteen.”
The older woman smiled and her eyes lit up, she moved closer and lightly started kissing on my lips, almost goading me to see my reaction.
“What are you doing?” I asked, with that same stupid nervy voice.
“Whatever, I want, Ysabelle. Would you like to be able to do, whatever you want? Would you like to know how it feels to be in control, of anything and everything around you? Because, I can guarantee you that. I can make that happen for you.” She opened her mouth and used her tongue to trace my lips, again enticing me more, trying to read my reaction to her power over me. That’s what it was. She had some sort of power over me.
I couldn’t stop her…I responded by opening my mouth. She took that as an invitation, and slid her tongue inside. I moaned, slightly. I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t the initial reaction I thought I would have, when I felt her tongue in my mouth it was natural instinct to moan, it felt like a natural response to me. She caught me off guard again, as she backed away from me completely, turned looked into the mirror, and reapplied her lipstick.
“I was right, you do melt in my mouth.” She admitted.
I stood there stunned, not just because I was just assaulted by a woman, but a
lso by the fact that I didn’t want her to stop. I wanted her to keep going. I wanted to see how far she would have taken it. Maybe I wanted to see how far I would have allowed her to seduce me. I felt like that’s what she was doing to me. She was seducing me to be with her, and I had never felt someone have that power over me like that.
I immediately wanted to know how to have the same power she had just apprehended from me. I wanted to know what she meant by me being in control of everything around me. I hesitantly walked over to the mirror. I could see my own reflection as well as hers looking back at me.
“What did you mean, by me being able to have control?”
“My, my, a small little kitten one minute and a tiger the next. I think we are going to form a beautiful relationship, my Bella Rosa. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are? We could both gain something miraculous from our relationship together.”
I was still staring some quizzical look at her through the mirror, “what do you mean?”
“I mean a mutual benefitted relationship, one where you and I both gain something. I could be like a mother to you. Do you need a mother, Ysabelle?” My initial reaction was this is fucking bullshit.
“Listen lady, I don’t need a mother. I have one of those and I haven’t seen or heard from her in two years. I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it for a very long time. So can you cut the shit and theatrics now, and just tell me what the fuck you meant.” And then, she fucking smiled at me! And I am not talking about a happy smile I am talking about a shit-eating grin smile.
“You’re absolutely perfect, Ysabelle. You’re everything that I look for in my girls. You’re the epitome of innocence, seductress, and feisty. All you would need is some guidance, and you would make me so proud.” She said it with so much enthusiasm, like she was visualizing me doing whatever it was she had in mind. “You would have men crawling at your feet, just begging you for some attention. I can see it now. You would be my favorite girl.” At this point, I had no fucking clue what this lady was talking about. She was starting to get on my nerves and I needed to get back to work before I pissed off Devon.